| As I was out walkin' one mornin' for pleasure, I spied a cow puncher a-ridin'
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| along
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| His hat was thrown back and his spurs were a-jinglin' and as he approached he
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| was singin' this song:
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| Whoopee ti yi yo, get along, little doggie. |
| It’s your misfortune and none of my
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| own
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| Whoopee ti yi yo, get along, little doggie. |
| You know that Wyoming will be your
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| new home
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| Whoopee ti yi yo, get along, little doggie. |
| It’s your misfortune and none of my
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| own
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| Whoopee ti yi yo, get along, little doggie. |
| You know that Wyoming will be your
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| new home
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| It’s early in the spring when they round up the doggies. |
| They mark 'em and
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| brand 'em and bob off their tails
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| They round up the horses, load up the chuck wagon. |
| Then send the doggies out on
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| the long tail
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| Whoopee ti yi yo, get along, little doggie. |
| It’s your misfortune and none of my
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| own
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| Whoopee ti yi yo, get along, little doggie. |
| You know that Wyoming will be your
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| new home
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| Your mother was raised a-way down in Texas where the Jimsonweed and the
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| sandburrs grow
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| We’ll feed you up on prickly pear and cholla and then send you roamin' to old
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| Idaho
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| Whoopee ti yi yo, get along, little doggie. |
| It’s your misfortune and none of my
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| own
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| Whoopee ti yi yo, get along, little doggie. |
| You know that Wyoming will be your
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| new home |